"Shut up!" Wu Mian got up and walked out with a deep roar.

    In the hall on the first floor, a middle-aged rural woman in her fifties sat cross legged on the ground, slapping her knees and chest with her hands, howling without tears.

    This is the traditional skill of rural women around Montenegro province. If you go to someone''s house to swear, you will swear without advice day and night with this standard posture.

    Of course, howling is also one of the skills. Some family members, Ding Buwang, invited them to help howl and express grief when they were in mourning. It has become a habit.

    Wu Mian got up very angry. He finally fell asleep and was howled. He was in a very bad mood. A roar startled the middle-aged woman. She even forgot to cry. She looked at her handsome young man.

    "Hey yo ~ hey yo ~"

    The people behind just came in from the outside. I don''t know what happened. Eight young men came in carrying a dark solid wood coffin.

    "Put it on this side!" a middle-aged man in a gray black suit commanded.

    "What are you doing?" section chief Duan''s legs trembled, his eyes were black, looked at them, and asked.

    "Old and immortal, go away!" said the middle-aged suit man contemptuously. "This is an empty coffin. Fill it up for me. You can see what it contains! It''s money or people, I don''t care."

    Faced with such a straightforward threat, section chief Duan almost didn''t pee.

    When dealing with them that night, section chief Duan understood what Wu Mian meant at the meeting. Not only the villagers, but also outsiders gave them advice. This is the main one in front of them.

    The man was cruel and cunning. He killed millions in one bite.

    The informed consent form has become irrefutable evidence. There is only signature, and there is no word that the patient''s family members give up rescue. In their words, this is bullying the people and don''t understand.

    Even in the end, the man in suit took out a copy. If he didn''t agree at noon, he had to forward it by various means.

    Section chief Duan immediately thought that Wu Mian said that things would be sent to the New York Times... When he saw this copy, President Zhou almost didn''t make a heart attack.

    Now, they even carried the coffin to the administrative building... Everyone was so stressed that they burst out. As for the cloves of garlic in bajingzi Township Hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, what we ponder every day is what to buy after work. It''s unnecessary to intrigue in the hospital. Who has seen such an array.

    If you don''t put money, let people in... They are soft, not hard?

    Section chief Duan''s face looked like he had just returned from the ground. It was dark and red. His hands trembled and couldn''t hold the cup. The tea spilled all over his body and trousers, like he peed. Seeing the black coffin fall to the ground, he wanted to turn around and leave, but his legs softened and sat directly on the ground.

    "That''s what I said today. Don''t be afraid. The patients who died of your misfortune are not there."

    Several young men put down the heavy coffin, and someone in the back began to set up the mourning hall again. The suit man patted the coffin with his hand and sneered, "coffin, promotion and wealth. Congratulations to all bosses."

    "You always have to put something in today."

    Chu Zhixi was afraid. She held Wu Mian''s arm tightly. Wu Mian looked at the suit man indifferently, patted Chu Zhixi''s hand, and said coldly, "hold me a bed quilt."

    "Ah?"

    The two staff members around him were stunned. Chu Zhixi immediately said, "is there any room in section chief Duan''s house?"

    "What?"

    "Bedding."

    "Yes, I sometimes... Sometimes... Sometimes..."

    Section chief Duan sat on the ground and stammered. Before saying a word, Chu Zhixi had run over.

    Wu Mian doesn''t know what to do with the bedding, but what her brother wants must be brought as soon as possible.

    The suit man was also stunned. With this skill, he traveled all over the north and south of the river. He was not afraid when he saw it. What happened today? Can it be said that this handsome young man with sunglasses is blind and doesn''t know what happened?

    The atmosphere in the hall was depressed. The people who were setting up the mourning hall behind the suit man didn''t know what had happened. They were still busy in a mess.

    Soon, Chu Zhixi came back with a quilt.

    Wu Mian took Chu zhixina''s bedding, went to the coffin and kicked it. The thud frightened everyone.

    Although there are no dead people inside, there are more or less taboos about coffins. Seeing the young man in Khaki windbreaker, sunglasses and black sheepskin gloves coming to the coffin, he didn''t know what he was going to do.

    Wu Mian tried the hardness and then spread the mattress in.

    "Keep your voice down!" Wu Mian said in a deep voice, looking coldly at the people who decorated the mourning hall. Then he lay in with the quilt in his arms.

    He lay in!

    He lay in!!

    He lay in!!!

    The suit man had a vague guess, but when he saw Wu Mian lying in with his own eyes, the whole person was not well.

    Horizontal afraid of Leng, Leng afraid of not dying.

    Once there was a bloodbath in the Jianghu, and the suit man was not a particularly awesome leader. Those legendary awesome brothers have been beaten into the underworld and eliminate evil. They reflect on their life in prison.

    The suit man is a group of people who have never seen the world in bajingzi township. When the bayonet sees blood, he also counsels.

    Wu Mian lay in, tried the hardness, felt good, and comfortably pillowed the quilt.

    "Brother......" Chu Zhixi whispered.

    "It''s all right. I''ll sleep for a while." Wu Mian got up and was in a much better mood.

    Over the years, he has gradually become accustomed to insomnia. It''s just that yesterday, Mr. Cheng''s story has been lingering in his mind, which makes him have a lot of obstacles in his heart, so as to vent.

    It''s OK in the coffin. What if the lid is closed? Wu Mian suddenly thought.

    This is equivalent to an independent space. Can you increase the quality of sleep? Hypoxia is a problem, but it doesn''t seem difficult to solve it. This is a hospital. It''s not difficult to come in through an oxygen pipe. Even if there are difficulties, there are always oxygen cylinders.

    Thinking, Wu Mian felt a little sleepy.

    He gasped, put his hands on his chest and began to feel sleepy.

    Although the hall of the organ building was small, there were more than 20 people standing. Everyone looked at each other and didn''t know what to do next.

    The man in the suit complained secretly in his heart. What''s the matter! Bajingzi township hospital still has such a horizontal master. Why didn''t you come out yesterday! If he had been there during the negotiation yesterday, everything would have been settled.

    MB！ The suit man scolded fiercely in his heart.

    Scold, scold, suit man''s heart is really confused. In the past, I have seen all kinds of people wandering in the Jianghu, but I have never seen such people who dare to lie in a coffin and sleep.

    What''s next? Wu Mian lay in the coffin and kicked the problem to the other party.